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boots on. We’re goin’ after the devils.

You know who," Jack said. "I mean Flaire, of course.

The greater our understanding of the Bible’s teaching about the depth of human sin, the less we are likely to be shocked by the revelations of our friends’ struggles, and the more we will be willing to be open with them about our own. From

There is a certain ‘niceness’ to a friendship where I can be, as they say, myself. But what I really need are relationships in which I will be encouraged to become better than myself. Myself needs to grow a little each day. I don’t want to be the myself I was yesterday. I want to be the myself that is developing each day to be more of a Christlike person.3

Charles Spurgeon once said: ‘I looked at Christ, and the dove of peace flew into my heart. I looked at the dove, and it flew away.

Excellence in Western Fiction, is a member of the American Writers Hall of Fame and is a Pulitzer Prize nominee.   Vaughn is also a retired army officer, helicopter pilot with three tours in Vietnam. And received the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Purple Heart, The Bronze Star with three

Nothing is more important in the battle against porn than a growing love for Christ and appreciation of all we have received in him.

The time has come At first sight we may feel that a genealogy is an uninspiring way to start the New Testament, but, if we remember God's promises, we will be on the edge of our seats as soon as we read the words: 'A record of the genealogy of Jesus Christ the son of David, the son of Abraham.

[W]e live in interwoven networks of terminally casual relationships. We live with the delusion that we know one another, but we really don’t. We call our easygoing, self-protective, and often theologically platitudinous conversations ‘fellowship,’ but they seldom ever reach the threshold of true fellowship. We know cold demographic details about one another (married or single, type of job, number of kids, general location of housing, etc.), but we know little about the struggle of faith that is waged every day behind well-maintained personal boundaries. One of the things that still shocks me in counselling, even after all these years, is how little I often know about people I have counted as true friends. I can’t tell you how many times, in talking with friends who have come to me for help, that I have been hit with details of difficulty and struggle far beyond anything I would have predicted. Privatism is not just practiced by the lonely unbeliever; it is rampant in the church as well.1

What, then, is marriage for? It is for helping each other to become our future glory-selves, the new creations that God will eventually make us. The common horizon husband and wife look toward is the Throne, and the holy, spotless and blameless nature we will have. I can think of no more powerful common horizon than that, and that is why putting a Christian friendship at the heart of a marriage relationship can lift it to a level that no other vision of marriage approaches … We think of a prospective spouse as primarily a lover (or a provider), and if he or she can be a friend on top of that, well isn’t that nice! We should be going at it the other way around. Screen first for friendship. Look for someone who understands you better than you do yourself, who makes you a better person just by being around them. And then explore whether that friendship could become a romance and a marriage. So many people go about their dating starting from the wrong end, and they end up in marriages that aren’t really about anything and aren’t going anywhere.4

Exodus 19:1–13; 20:1–17 19:1–13 What does this passage teach us about God? How does it challenge the way we often think about him? How should we relate to such a God? What has God already done for the Israelites (see also 20:2)? What does he promise to do in the future? How do these promises relate to the promises he made to Abraham (Genesis 12:1–3)? What must the people do? Is that possible? How can God’s promises be fulfilled? 20:1–17 How many of the Ten Commandments have you obeyed? Why should we want to obey them as Christians? Which do you find especially hard to obey? What practical steps can you take to ensure that you obey those commands more?

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They did it,” the man said.

some time. Been prayin’ for ’im, though. You

around, but most of the

Now they emerged upon a great prairie, an expanse of rumpled short-grass plains with occasional clumps of trees dimly seen in the distance, like tiny islands in a sea. This was the western border of a scattered belt of forest land, about forty miles in width, which stretched across the country from north to south, from the Arkansas to the Red River. This oddly fashioned landscape was called the Cross Timbers.

but there was no way he could hold a target

asked, his voice tight.

You are a very beautiful girl, Rosita,” he said. “Thank you, senor” Rosita answered.

series of misadventures,

I beg your pardon?” Matt asked innocently.

the dance, Katie and Gid sneaked outside for a breath of fresh air. As they walked

maid asked anxiously. Leslie sighed. “Never mind,” she said. “I’m wide awake now. I might as well get dressed and join him.” The maid smiled at the welcome news and withdrew, and Leslie began to select her dress. She found a pink dress with deceptively simple lines, and with lacework on the bodice which was incredibly delicate and beautiful. Then she took pains getting dressed, purposely taking as long as possible, to show Charles that though he might not be a man one said no to, she was a woman who could tell anyone to wait until her own good time. Charles stood as soon as Leslie stepped into the dining room, and the look of pleasure on his face was ample reward for the pains Leslie had taken in getting dressed. “Good morning,” Charles said. “I’m glad you could join me for breakfast.” Charles was wearing an open-necked shirt and no

down from the pump. By now the water splashing on the ground was beginning to form little rivulets. "Well, little brother, that champagne wasn't half as good-tasting as this." "Yahoo!" Gid said. "Here, you pump! Let me have a drink!" Will took over the pump while first Gid and then Frank drank their fill. Next they filled their canteens. Then they found a bucket and took water to the watering trough for their horses. Finally, they dragged another trough over to the pump so they could pump water directly into it. When it was full, they stepped back to look at what they had done. Ten thousand points of light danced on the undulating surface. "There you go, big brother. It's ready for your bath." "No," Will said. "It was your idea, and you’re the one who fixed the pump. You go first." Gid smiled broadly, then began stripping out of his clothes. Gid had finished his bath, and Will, with his cigar tilted at a jaunty angle, was sitting in the tub toward the end of his own bath, when the three riders arrived. "Here they come," Frank said, shielding his eyes. "The fella on the right is Tim. Don't know the other two." Gid came around to stand with Frank as they waited for the riders. Will didn't get out of the water. "Wasn't sure you would be here," Tim said to Frank. "Word I got was that you got yourself throwed in jail and was goin' to get hung." "I was in jail," Frank replied. He smiled. "But my two pards here busted me out." "These the boys you was talkin' about? The Crocketts?" Tim dismounted and walked over to the water trough, then splashed some water on his face. “Damn, where’d this water come from?” “Gid fixed the pump,” Frank said. “This is Gid.” Frank indicated the man standing beside

Mean To His Horses seeks the approval of others, and not finding it, heaps it upon himself.

blanched

to flee the shooting. After

after sunset,

days.Behind the bar was a painting of a reclining naked woman. Over time, several would-be marksmen had tried to augment the painting by putting bullet holes in strategic places. Most had missed.

by refusing to repeat it, much to the despair of their record companies. Both wrote gorgeous sci-fi ballads blatantly inspired by 2001—“Space Oddity” and “After the Gold Rush.” Both did classic songs about imperialism that name-checked Marlon Brando—“China Girl” and “Pocahontas.” Both were prodigiously prolific even when they were trying to eat Peru through their nostrils. They were mutual fans, though they floundered when they tried to copy each other (Trans and Tin Machine). Both sang their fears of losing their youth when they were still basically kids; both aged mysteriously well. Neither ever did anything remotely sane. But there’s a key difference: Bowie liked working with smart people, whereas Young always liked working with . . . well, let’s go ahead and call them “not quite as smart as Neil Young” people. Young made his most famous music with two backing groups—the awesomely inept Crazy Horse and the expensively addled CSN—whose collective IQ barely leaves room temperature. He knows they’re not going to challenge him with ideas of their own, so he knows how to use them—brilliantly in the first case, lucratively in the second. But Bowie never made any of his memorable music that way—he always preferred collaborating with (and stealing from) artists who knew tricks he didn’t know, well educated in musical worlds where he was just a visitor. Just look at the guitarists he worked with: Carlos Alomar from James Brown’s band vs. Robert Fripp from King Crimson. Stevie Ray Vaughan from Texas vs. Mick Ronson from Hull. Adrian Belew from Kentucky vs. Earl Slick from Brooklyn. Nile Rodgers. Peter Frampton. Ricky Gardiner, who played all that fantastic fuzz guitar on Low (and who made the mistake of demanding a raise, which is why he dropped out of the story so fast). Together, Young and Bowie laid claim to a jilted generation left high and dry by the dashed hippie dreams. “The

Everything had been done to give the Titanic the best band on the Atlantic. The White Star Line even raided the Cunarder Mauretania for Bandmaster Hartley. Pianist Theodore Brailey and cellist Roger Bricoux were easily wooed from the Carpathia. “Well, steward,” they happily told Robert Vaughan who served them on the little Cunarder, “we will soon be on a decent ship with decent grub.” Bass violist Fred Clark had never shipped before, but he was well known on the Scotch concert circuit, and the line bought him away too. First violinist Jock Hume hadn’t yet played in any concerts, but his fiddle had a gay note the passengers seemed to love. And so it went—eight fine musicians who knew just what to do. Tonight the beat was fast, the music loud and cheerful.

long,

confused.

romantic ambitions, there wasn’t even such a place for her

2 Samuel 7:1–17 What does David want to build (verses 1–2)? But what does God want to build (verse 11)? What has God already done for David (verse 8)? What does he promise to do in the future (verses 9–11)? How do these promises echo the promises made to Abraham in Genesis 12:1–3? What does God promise concerning the coming king (verses 12–16)? How does Jesus fulfil these promises? (See Matthew 1:1; Mark 12:35–37; John 2:18–22; Acts 2:24–36; Romans 1:1–4.) What implications does this have for our understanding of Jesus? our relationship with Jesus?

Hosea 1 – 3 What are the different stages in the relationship between Hosea and Gomer, his wife (see chapters 1 and 3)? How does their marriage mirror the relationship between God and his people? What do we learn about the people’s sin? How will God judge them? What hope is there? What echoes are there, in this hope, of the promises to Abraham and David? What do we learn about God from this passage? What do we learn about ourselves from it? How should our lives change in the light of what we have learned?

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men come by, looking for her since she left.” “Have you heard from her?” “Not directly, but one of the girls that used to work here heard from her. She said Chantal

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He remembered the often-unsung words: Day is done. Gone the sun From the lake From the hill From the sky. Rest in peace Soldier brave God is nigh. . . .

Timeline 1795 Daniel McInnis, John Smith, Anthony Vaughan 1804-05 The Onslow Company 1849-50 The Truro Company 1861-65 The Oak Island Association 1866-67 The Eldorado Company of 1866 (a.k.a. The Halifax Company) 1878 Mrs. Sophia Sellers accidentally discovers the Cave-In Pit 1893-99 The Oak Island Treasure Co. (Frederick Blair) 1909-11 The Old Gold Salvage Company (Captain Henry Bowdoin) 1931 William Chappell 1934 Thomas Nixon 1935-38 Gilbert Hedden 1938-44 Professor Edwin Hamilton 1951 Mel Chappell and Associates 1955 George Green 1958 William and Victor Harman 1959-65 Robert Restall 1965-66 Robert Dunfield 1969-2006 Triton Alliance (David Tobias and Dan Blankenship) 2006 Oak Island Tours Inc. (Marty Lagina, Rick Lagina, Craig Tester, Alan J. Kostrzewa, and Dan Blankenship)

Further Reading Atwood, Kathryn. Women Heroes of World War II (Chicago Review Press, 2011). Copeland, Jack. Colossus: The Secrets of Bletchley Park’s Code-Breaking Computers (Oxford University Press, 2010). Cragon, Harvey. From Fish to Colossus: How the German Lorenz Cipher was Broken at Bletchley Park (Cragon Books, 2003). Edsel, Robert. The Monuments Men: Allied Heroes, Nazi Thieves, and the Greatest Treasure Hunt in History (Hachette Book Group, 2009). Eisner, Peter. The Freedom Line (William Morrow, 2004). Helm, Sarah. A Life in Secrets: The Story of Vera Atkins and the Lost Agents of SOE (Hachette UK Book Group, 2005). Hodges, Andrew. Alan Turing: The Enigma (Random House UK, 2014). Mazzeo, Tilar. The Hotel on Place Vendôme: Life, Death, and Betrayal at the Hotel Ritz in Paris (HarperCollins, 2015). Mulley, Clare. The Spy Who Loved: The Secrets and Lives of Christine Granville (St. Martin’s Press, 2012). O’Keefe, David. One Day in August: The Untold Story Behind Canada’s Tragedy at Dieppe (Knopf Canada, 2013). Pearson, Judith. The Wolves at the Door: The True Story of America’s Greatest Female Spy (Rowman & Littlefield, 2005). Ronald, Susan. Hitler’s Art Thief (St. Martin’s Press, 2015). Rosbottom, Ronald. When Paris Went Dark: The City of Light Under German Occupation 1940–1944 (Hachette Book Group, 2014). Sebba, Anne. Les Parisiennes: How the Women of Paris Lived, Loved, and Died Under Nazi Occupation (St. Martin’s Press, 2016). Stevenson, William. Spymistress: The Life of Vera Atkins, the Greatest Female Secret Agent of World War II (Arcade Publishing, 2007). Vaughan, Hal. Sleeping With the Enemy: Coco Chanel’s Secret War (Random House, Inc., 2011). Witherington Cornioley, Pearl; edited by Atwood, Kathryn. Code Name Pauline: Memoirs of a World War II Special Agent (Chicago Review Press, 2015). From the Combined Intelligence Objectives Subcommittee/Target Intelligence Committee (TICOM) Archives. NW32823—Demonstration of Kesselring’s “Fish Train” (TICOM/M-5, July 8, 1945).